MIRACLE IN GILMORE AVENUE QUEZON CITY PHILIPPINES The year was 1998, one sunny afternoon, in Gilmore Avenue, Quezon City, Philippines. I was driving a Toyota Corolla XL (manual steering) which I borrowed from my eldest sister, Lulu. I was alone in the car, a bit hungry, having skipped lunch, and was rushing towards home. My speed was 40-50 kph and so was that of the others on the road. I was trailing a Honda (honestly I now don’t remember the make/model). Another vehicle was behind me, the appearance of which I also forgot. You may ask why I failed to notice such details. Well, I never had had the slightest idea what was about to unfold that afternoon, so why would I have fussed over model of cars around me? Besides, what I would experience this day had never happened to me since I started driving back in 1987. This event was both surprising and puzzling, to say the least. THEN CAME THE INSTRUCTION Halfway the stretch of Gilmore Avenue, inside of me, I received this instruction: “You n...